An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Missing a Presence

Today we dropped off our college sophomore at Clemson University.

And it's a strange thing, because despite being home for the summer, he wasn't. During the week he worked from 6:00 a.m. until 5:30 p.m. as an engineering intern, every Friday night he had a group of friends over to hang out (or he went out), on weekends there were beach trips and/or camping trips, and the times when he was home ... well, he was catching up on his sleep.

Basically, he flitted in and out and, really, seemed to be gone more than he was here.

So why, then, this evening when we are here and he is at Clemson, does the house feel so empty?

Settling in at Clemson ...
and enjoying the spaciousness of duplex-living.
Love you, Nicho!

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About Me

Benvenuti!

This is where I write about family, faith, and all things Italian; it’s a blend of frothy cappuccinos, Michelangelo, light sabers, Sunday dinners with i Nonni, and every Christmas ... 700 homemade tortellini.

There are also lots of stories about my Nonna.

The Summer of 2015 I organized a Girls' Trip to Italy. There were 23 of us. Enough said.